(a small, tiny, very very short self indulgent one bc im having a rough day. its bad (the story and my day))

Warnings: swearing, sadness, ANXIETY, me not having a proper outlet for my problems

Your p.o.v

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks , frozen from the cold night. "Jesus Christ, this has gone to shit." I kicked a small pebble into the pond I sat next to. The reflection of the moonlight rippled. "Why me? I'm a good person!" I dipped my hand in the pond water. It was freezing, yet relaxing. "I just want things to go my way for once!" Letting out another sob, I pulled my legs close to my shaking body, hoping to stop myself from having a panic attack on a good old summer night. Soon enough, the only thing that could be heard for miles were my gross and ugly sobs.

  Branches started rustling and a small head popped out of it. "Why ya cryin here all alone?" My head shot around, puffy eyes looking straight at the source of the voice. "Because my life is a mess and I want to die." I said with a small laugh. Using humour to cheer myself up has always been a way to try and cheer myself up. Is it a good coping mechanism? No. Does it work for me? You betcha. Guzma, who was the one speaking, shocking, walked over and sat beside me. "Someone that pretty shouldn't be here alone. Where's ya boyfriend?" He jabs my shoulder. "You are my boyfriend, Guz." Rolling my eyes playfully, I sniff and wipe my nose. "Oh yeah! So....What's gettin ya down, babe?" He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close for comfort and for warmth. "I just...Life just kicks me in the ass. People treat me like shit, and I don't like it! I can't stand it all. I'm lied to! I'm kicked around! I'm treated like a child! And no one cares because no one gives a shit about me!" I sniffle some more, trying to keep my tears in. Unfortunately, a few slip out and I am forced to look down. "Babe...Listen to me." Guzma, or my super cute boyfriend might I add, lifted my chin up, so I was forced to look ar him. "First of all, I give a shit about ya. Ya make my life worth livin'. I'm so lucky to have ya. When I wake up, I smile just because I remember how much I love ya. As cheesy as this shit is, I'm gonna be there. Always. Secondly, Life is gonna do that. Life is shitty and people are shitty too. Trust me, I know," He laughed, pulling me close. "But ya just gotta kick back. Kick peoples asses. Maybe literally. If people don't treat ya like the angel ya are, they don't deserve ya. Cut 'em off. Ya only deserve the best of the best. Life won't be shit for very long." I smiled up at him, kissing his cheek softly. "Thank you...so much. Really, it means a lot." I've never felt so loved by one person in my life before. The fact that he tracked me down, and stayed with me just to make I was okay really makes me feel on top of the world. He's a keeper.

  We sat by the pond, I was half asleep, and Guzma was singing softly to me as I cuddled into his chest. We were an entanglement of limbs, but at least we were warm. For once I was calm, and my problems honestly melted away. "You know...I love you so much, Guz. Thanks for staying with me." Yawning, I drifted off even farther, only staying awake to hear his final words.

"I love ya too, angel."

(hey this sucked pls don't attack me this was a rant ((its also not edited so pls dont bully me i swear to GOODNESS)) also hey 666 words yall fuck it up YALLS)